NaPoWriMo: Day 7

   Crimson

The under-laying shade to her skin,
With ginger hair, so fine and thin.
Did not very much match her blue eyes,
The red on her pale cheeks, a thick disguise.

Her maw more similar to a burgundy tint,
But the traces of red were slightly a hint,
Of the red that ran through her stiffened stone veins,
for the dales in which her country fought pains.

Oh land of vines,
Oh land of wines,
Why let the ginger fight,
So the Red Nile can further glisten in the light?

The under-laying shade to her skin,
With ginger hair, so fine and thin.
With red lip, red hair, red eye,
Red veins, red blood, red thigh.




So let him reign on land for him, son,
She was the woman we called Crimson.